Friday, May 21, 2010

Rediscover the written communication...

Pick a subject! Any subject! Purple birds with bad breath…what?



If we spent more time writing and fewer moments nose deep in books and on web pages the imagination might physically believe you like it.


When it feels loved…whoa! Life’s everyday journey finds value rather than expresses a mood that leans on being cheapened by accepting other peoples words into a system designed to be creative.



Stories take you anywhere in the world and nothing says time travel better than a classic novel or news story. Other people’s word patterns affect your thought process…so does beer, wine and most things considered illegal. We’re addicted to the printed high. The Twilight and Harry Potter series are great examples—cool books, billion dollar money makers but the Beatles and Elvis inspired other musicians to discover their own music. Where are the Twilight clones?


Who needs to discover writing when all you need is Amazon.com?



Writing infects every muscle. Ever sat back and watched someone type into a computer or whip out a writing instrument and escape into a page that could’ve been a sheet of toilet paper? Challenge yourself to break free of your busy world and spend an hour in a park or Starbucks. Instantly you’ll be able to identify the separated personalities of a writer versus reader.



An authors toes wiggle, to locate deeper out of place thoughts noses are rubbed, eyes blink a billion times, smiles appear in the corner of coffee stained lips, fingers bend, fold and itch because the creative mind is full and the plastic funnel is unforgettably thin.



Don’t get me wrong…I love to read. I must have eight books going right now—autobiographies to self help, spiritual and whatever else caught the attention of my wandering soul while pacing back and forth at Barnes and Noble. I love books so much store management looks at me like a meth addict…book lovers know the look—employees stare as if to say, “You’re making me nervous…find a book and let me locate someone new to sell some words to.”



Technology believes it’s discovered where readers are going—the introduction of the Nook and Kindle combined with the easiness of Apple’s lightweight IPad gives readers the total George Jettson/Star Wars experience…but where are the programs that invite readers to become writers? You can’t toss an App onto a screen and expect your fingers to scream…writers need to be challenged, invited, soothed and convinced while always being extremely close to the door when criticism leaps into action.



Nothing silences a writer faster than someone’s opinion. It takes years, decades and quite possibly several reincarnations to gain the strength to say, “Bite me.”



Books are like art…the only reason why we bury our eyes into their presentation is because someone forgot to teach us how to pull the art out of our bodies without thinking of a dollar amount first.



“I want to be a writer and I’ll charge this much! When there’s no cha left in the ching…writers stop and pick up books to read.”



If we spent more time writing…depression’s butt would be kicked and tossed out of our vocabulary. What do we choose to do instead? When down magazine articles and storylines are picked up filling our minds, bodies and souls with other people bad times. There’s no better party to attend than with a bunch of addicts not interested in cleaning up their lives.



Pick a subject! Any subject! Purple birds with bad breath…we’ll call him Squawker the talker.



Interestingly enough, if Squawky the Walkie Talkie truly has bad breath, he’s sending major signals to the human figures in the way of saying, “Get me to the doctor…I’m having serious problems with my digestive system.” Birds most affected by such unexpected stinkiness are cute as can be hand fed babies and Amazon Gray’s. Ignoring the situation can lead to tremendous sickness costing big ole bucks at the vet. Parents of bad taste in the mouth birds have physically paid $2,000 to help bring peace to the air we breathe.



So…what does this have to do with writing? Through research a bird owner’s bank account might not be drained. I’ve always believed car dealerships and other businesses would gain tremendous ground in this newly created Social Networking world if they spent less time selling and more time writing about situations that affect our day. “Is your car going clink, clunk, pappa dunk, pow? That could be your right front tire hitting the ground before the other three which is caused by a bird with bad breath in the back of your car. Please don’t attempt Scope…just keep an eye on the situation then get in touch with me if the pappa dunk becomes momma walka wing wang chunk.”



Through writing a relationship is born. Sadly, most of what we write is never read the way it was meant to be picked up. “Have a great day!” Oh really…what if I called your mother that? We read too much into what’s been written so writers turn it off. In time we’ll go full circle…back to the day when crow magnum man said, “Ugh Ugh.”



He wrote! Pictures on the wall which have lived years beyond its original purpose.



Steal their art…writing is fun, filled with adventure and fully capable of painting the best story ever told...the one about you on a day when your great grand child asked, "Who were they and what was it like?" Oh wait...you won't get paid for putting those words down...forget I interupted your day today.



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